Lucky Numbers

The man and the woman sit on their futon, watching the lottery results. A ticket rests on the cardboard box that serves as their coffee table for now. They both know the odds of winning are low, but they secretly think they’re special. Everyone casts themselves as the hero of their own story. The manContinue reading “Lucky Numbers”

Wrong Neighborhood

He pedaled down the alley. Alone. In the dark of night. A bag of groceries hung from one handlebar. Mostly crackers, jerky, eggs, a bottle of cheap bourbon. Music pumped through his headphones like water to a boiler. The sky above was a wash of pink-tinged clouds laden with snow. A few icy flakes drifted downContinue reading “Wrong Neighborhood”

City of Destiny

They call it the City of Destiny or the Gritty City. It is a city of contradictions, loved and despised, where 19th century steeples share the skyline with 20th century smokestacks. A blue collar city choked in paper mill chemicals and cleansed by saltwater breezes. A city of potholes and community gardens. The second city,Continue reading “City of Destiny”

The River and the Office Building

Here, at the bend in the Green River, the picnic tables sit inches above the rising waterline. The river is gorged with rain, hungrily bursting its banks. Trees that once clung to the fresh earth now seem planted in the swift current. Swallows flit in and out of a thicket of blackberry bushes, building a nestContinue reading “The River and the Office Building”

Misty Mornings on the Puget Sound

Time is frozen in the hills above the Puget Sound. Small particles of water are suspended in the air. A cloud has descended on the city and holds it in its clammy grip. Sounds are close and sharp, but far away sights blend into the wash. You are stalked by people unseen. The world isContinue reading “Misty Mornings on the Puget Sound”

Buried at Sea

The tugboat entered the bay with the morning fog. Its horn shattered the silence of the Sunday stillness — a mournful sound that echoed over the water and off the beach houses and back — disturbing the herons and seals. People stood on the spit, silent. The horn blast was all around them; a burialContinue reading “Buried at Sea”

Flash Fiction: Bootleg

It was late and the waning moon was high in the clouds as the Hearse rolled into town. The truck’s headlights sliced through the fog. Thomas wiped his brow with the red pocket square plucked from his suit jacket. He was close. It was just then that a man strode down the center of theContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Bootleg”

The First Rights Problem

I’ve got a problem. I’ve been trying to write a new flash fiction piece for the blog for a couple of weeks now, but every time I start, it morphs into a longer piece. And as soon as it crosses into the territory of short stories, I can’t post it. The trouble is something calledContinue reading “The First Rights Problem”

Flash Fiction Friday: Running Away

Rick didn’t start panicking until he was 40 miles away from Flagstaff. He was now 20 minutes late for work and driving 80 miles per hour in the opposite direction. He intended to go to into the office as usual, but the moment he got behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition;Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday: Running Away”

Flash Fiction: Year of the Snake

Cameron wipes down the stove top. The sponge returns with a layer of grease and spaghetti sauce. It’s Chinese New Year, but he’s not Chinese. The Huffington Post told him that it was traditional to cleanse the household to remove remaining bad luck from the previous year and make way for new good luck toContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Year of the Snake”